• Ekphrastic Poetry,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry

    Elegant Stag

    Inspired by “Elegant Stag” by Tracy Cullen Written and performed for Arts Benicia “Art of a Community” on February 24, 2018 Elegant Stag I once was a deer. Now it appears, I’m part chandelier. How, oh, how did I ever get here? Two lifetimes ago, I enjoyed the finer things: crystal goblets overflowing with wine, tailored suits and soft silk ties, the greatest operas of my time. How I loved to hear them sing! When I was a mere lad of twenty-one, I fell for a young lady with, oh, such a voice! Her spirit just overcame me. My heart, it had no choice. One evening as I strolled downtown…

  • Ekphrastic Poetry,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry


    Inspired by the painting “Players” by Marcy Orendorff Written and performed for the Arts Benicia “Art of a Community” on February 24, 2018 Players The rest of the world seemed to fade away, as the room elevated into the heavens. Upon their melodies they would float, two soulmates bound by art. With each gentle note, her fingers struck chords upon his heart. As his fingers caressed the ivory keys, her soul, it felt so free. They could play endlessly into the night. Time became a mystery. It was a love that only artists can know, singing in a language only hearts understand. A love that only shows itself between the…

  • Nature Poems,  Poems from the book Dragonfly Tomorrows & Dog-eared Yesterdays

    Flyaway Festival Bird Poems

      I read both of these poems at the Flyaway Festival on Mare Island on February 11, 2018. Spring in the City Above the rush of the highway, I hear them singing— nestled in trees, relaxing. The birds have returned from journeys afar, carrying melodies, announcing: “It is spring. It is spring. Won’t you join in? Leave your houses and just sing.”   Birds in Harmony The two feathery dancers were soaring in the wild winds, as birds from every continent intermingled with the stars. The air swirled with excitement for the concert was about to begin. Every creature for miles could not wait to listen in. The parrots came…

  • Jewish Poems,  Poems from the book Dragonfly Tomorrows & Dog-eared Yesterdays,  Poetry

    Hanukkah Train

    My husband challenged me to write this poem last year as we found ourselves listening to old folk songs last Hanukkah. It appears in the book Dragonfly Tomorrows & Dog-eared Yesterdays. Hanukkah Train This train’s fueled by spirit, not by power nor by might. Passing through the countryside, she’s shining holy lights. Nothing can stop her, she’s going all through the night. She’s an eight car hammer running through the mountains. Hobos are jumping up just as fast as they can get in. The last car’s left open, cause it’s meant for them to stay in. Blessings are sung soulfully as every passenger watches. The dining car is busily serving…

  • queer words
    Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry


    I had a lovely evening at the Vallejo JFK Library listening to featured poets Poetic Old Soul, Andrew Demcak, and Vanessa Rochelle Lewis. I also read a love poem written specifically for the Queer Words Vallejo event entitled “Ignite” which is posted below. You can find out about future literary events organized by Wayne Goodman and Rick May at: www.facebook.com/queerwordsreadings/ The Times Herald also did an article which you can read here: www.timesheraldonline.com/article/NH/20171008/NEWS/171009844     Ignite Loving one another is a most natural act. There is no greater high than falling in love. No greater aspiration than to be in relationship with one another. Our culture often teaches that there is only…

  • D.L. Lang Poet Laureate
    California Poems,  Poems from the book Resting on my Laurels,  Poetry


    I recited this poem, “Visions,” at the 10.10.17 Vallejo City Council meeting where I was officially proclaimed and appointed the 2017-2019 Vallejo Poet Laureate. Visions by D.L. Lang No photo can quite capture this moment’s true beauty, for moments, like all people, were meant to be free.   Words, they fail to pinpoint just what this place means to me, for words are but stardust in this universe full of dreams.   How wonderful to have landed in this corner of the earth, where the streets are lined with stories of history and rebirth.   To your visions of our metropolis to what she was, is, and can still be,…